Why, as I walked through one of the groups, composed of men and women, one of the men suddenly rushed forward and struck another in the face with his fist.
"She's my girl!" he cried, hoarsely. "Touch her if you dare."
They closed round the pair and led them off.
"Going to fight it out," said one of our Guards.
To fight it out! What a Fall! To fight it out!—To call a woman—or anything else—your own after all our teaching. And to fight it out! And all this arrived at in three weeks!
These things I observed, I say, as one observes things in a dream, and remembers afterwards.
My heart failed me altogether, and I nearly fainted, when we stopped at a long tent before which floated a flag on a flagstaff.
They carried me within and placed me in a chair. As soon as my eyes recovered the power of sight I saw, sitting at the head of the table. Dr. Linister, dressed in some sort of scarlet coat, with a sash and gold lace. Then, indeed, I gave myself up for lost. It was the Court, and we were called before it to receive sentence. At his side sat half a dozen officers bravely dressed. The tent was filled with others, including many women richly dressed—I observed the woman Mildred, clad in crimson velvet, and the girl Christine, in white, and I thought they regarded me with vindictive eyes.
When we were seated, Dr. Linister looked up—his face was always grave, but it was no longer melancholy. There was in it, now, something of Hope or Triumph or Resolution—I know not what.
"Brothers," he said, gravely, "once my brothers of the College, I have called you before us in order to make a communication of the greatest importance, and one which
